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FTP 1 Listless

Resting on the headstone the woman waited at twilight, a glow from her cigarette the only light. The smoke a listless swirl joins the clouds. As darkness falls, the difference is indiscernible. Finally, the gate creaks, her husband strolls; flowers for his grave.

“I knew it, you bastard!”

She raises her shovel, crushes his head and buries him in the plot marked as his final resting place. You can’t kill a dead man.

Flash in the Pan is brought to you by the amazing Red of M3 fame. This week’s word is listless. The word limit is 75 words. This one comes in at 74.

Wow, I loved this, Val! Hmmmm, I’m feeling a bit satisfied after reading it, too. I must be harboring some sort of slight animosity towards the male variety, hardeeharhar…Oh, there I go again, chuckling. Nope, guess there’s no animosity, just sheer splendor in the irony of your words. Great piece! XOXO-SWM

Yes I sort of joined by accident as I only really added mine as a way of kick-starting Red’s idea, it was only afterwards that she mentioned the FTP’s being entered into the books that this is what she was wanting, so it was a nice surprise for me. It is rather crazy but I never really liked the thought of FTP writing so it has been interesting 🙂